Enemy after enemy, blood spilling, and corpses falling. They fought hard without taking the time for a single breath. Zuline and Jäwell were covered in blood and wounds, surrounded by the cadavers from both sides. They were both panting and exhausted by the situation.
She looked like a wounded animal, her horns never were so long and powerful in front of Jäwell, yet, her eyes were in agony. This was not her first war, it would probably not be the last, but, deep inside her, she was not used to such carnage anymore.
Zuline had not taken a life for a very long time, the intention to kill was not in her nature, still, her body was made for the hardest battles. She was impaling with her horns and kicking with her hooves, and her powerful musculature was of great effect to use her war hammer to smash, but her black pupils were showing nothing more than pain. She desired nothing more than all of this to stop, as she took a deep breath, she turned her gaze to Jäwell.
